canary in cage

"Sorry, he's not sensible yet, I'll take you to wash it." The girl raised her head and met Isri's eyes as she spoke.

People passing by all stopped to watch the play. The clothes of the girls and boys had been changed, and the collars around their necks were also tightly covered.

At this time, the boy standing next to him had already started to sneeze, wishing to cry all the tears in his life, and the girl also looked at Isri with wide eyes.

She wanted to grab it with her hands, but in the end she was restrained by etiquette and dared not go forward.

"Sorry! I'll take you to wash!" The girl gritted her teeth and bowed again.

The voice was more than twice as loud, and the boy hid behind the girl, crying violently.

Cecil really felt a headache, so he gave Isri a hand, and said in a calm voice, "Go, I'll wait for you outside."

Isri glanced at Cecil, and finally nodded.

When Isri followed them in, the people around gradually dispersed.

After a few minutes, feeling bored, Cecil was playing with the withered petals in the flower pot at the door of the room.

The crimson petals lie quietly on the soil, waiting for time to slowly corrode and metabolize it.

After a long time, Cehir's eyes fell on the closed door. Isri is now inside, and he is the only one outside.

If he runs now...

But this thought only lasted for a few seconds, he was not prepared for anything now, and running out would only lead to a dead end.

When Cecil was annoyed about why he didn't prepare something in advance, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Hello, how can I get to the casino?"

Cecil looked back at this man, dressed in an elegant and noble black suit, with a gentle smile on his face, and dark brown hair neatly combed behind his ears.

"Over there." Cecil turned back and pointed.

The man still had a smile on his face, as if he could fascinate people just by looking at him: "Thank you"

The man thanked him, and then asked, "Are you alone?"

Cecil's eyes met the man, and just about to open his mouth to speak, suddenly, a black figure suddenly appeared behind him, and before he could react, a white cloth covered him.

Cecil stared wide-eyed at the man in front of him, that face with a kind smile, now seemed to have fallen into a cold cellar.

When he raised his hand to push the hands of the people behind him away, he found that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

The vision in front of him became more and more blurred. Although Cecil held his breath as much as possible to reduce the intake of gas, the person behind him seemed to know it. From the beginning to the end, the white cloth did not take off his face.

In the end, Cecil couldn't resist the effect of the medicine and passed out.

When he woke up again, the surrounding lights were so dim that he couldn't see where he was. He could only feel that he was being thrown on the bed.

Before his consciousness was fully awake, Cehir slowly moved his body, and suddenly, a piercing sound of iron chains entered his ears.

Only then did Cecil realize that his hands and feet were firmly imprisoned by iron rings, and long chains connected the four corners of the bed.

Involuntarily, Cecil frowned, the person who captured him could really compete with Isri who was more perverted.

Another person in the room seemed to have heard the sound of the person on the bed, and said in a low voice, "How about this meeting ceremony, do you like it?"

This voice was Cole, and Cecil opened his eyes wide to find the direction of the voice.

The footsteps approached, and when they were about to reach the ear, there was a "pop", and the eyes finally lit up.

The warm yellow light shone down from the top of the head, fiercely stimulating Dao's eyes, arousing a watery light.

Cecil turned his head and frowned, and Cole, who was standing by the bed, was also surprised, and exclaimed: "Tsk, I didn't expect that even our lord duke's toys are so delicate and tender."

Cole looked at Cecil's imprisoned wrist, but after pulling it twice, the skin behind the iron ring began to turn slightly red.

It's hard not to imagine how delicious the person who will be under him later is.

A playfulness flashed in Cole's eyes, and he looked at Cehir with interest.

It seems that this person is different from others, he is more stubborn and unwilling to give in.

Cole raised the corners of his lips, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently stroked Cecil's side face with one hand. Cecil's eyes flickered, and he immediately avoided Cole's hand, with a flash of fear in his eyes.

Sure enough, the smile on Cole's face became more obvious.

"I'll give you a minute to think about it. Give up your current master and come to my side. Otherwise, you may suffer a little bit."

There was hatred in Cecil's blue eyes, staring angrily at Cole like a kitten whose hair has blown up.

Cole smiled instead of anger: "You still have 56 seconds, think about it carefully."

After finishing speaking, he got up, walked to the far cabinet, and pulled it away from Cehir's eyes as if on purpose.

Immediately, Cehir, who was facing the cabinet, was startled by the scene inside, and cold sweat inevitably began to break out behind him.

Cole raised his hand and slowly groped for the things inside, carefully selecting the things he was about to use.

"You still have 20 seconds." Cole's voice came again.

Even though his back was facing the bed, Cole could still imagine the expression of the person on the bed, because the sound of pulling the chain had completely betrayed him.

In the end, Cole's eyes fell on a slender leather whip, and after slightly nodding to express his satisfaction, he took the thing out of it and turned to look at Cecil.

"You still have 5 seconds, have you considered it?"

Sehir stared at the thing in Cole's hand, curled up, and took a few steps back.

But if you look carefully, you can still see that there is no compromise in Cehir's eyes.

"It's time, what's your answer?" Cole sat on the edge of the bed holding something.

Cecil still didn't speak, but Cole's brows twitched slightly. From the beginning to now, he has been talking all the time, and Cole seemed to be insulted in his heart.

All of a sudden, Cole grabbed the chain, pulled Cehir over forcefully, leaned over and strangled Cehir's neck tightly, and kept exerting force with his fingertips.

"Can't talk?" Cole's voice was cold, his eyes narrowed.

The air was blocked out of the nasal cavity for a moment, Cehir's face was flushed red, and he wanted to pull Cole away with his hands, but because the iron chain was too short, his hands were imprisoned in mid-air and he couldn't move forward.

"Can't speak yet?" Cole increased the strength in his hand again.

Cecil felt that his brain was going to be congested with blood, he half closed his eyes, and finally opened his two pale lips.

"Get out!" Cecil whispered a word.

Cole was stunned for a second, and finally let out a laugh, and the strength in his hands was merciless.